TIVERTON, June 8 DEAR FRIEND, On May the 21st, being then at home and intent on field-diversions, I stepped out some time before the close of the day. The swifts, wheeling and whistling above, seemed, as it were, to be drawing open the uppermost limit of the sky, and indeed my own happiness, in preparation for the summer months ahead. When I came into the garden, I found the ground impressed here and there with a barely perceptible feathering, delineated only by the soft shadows of the declining light. These indentations were not indiscriminate, but were perfect couplings of single radial forms, together near two inches broad, with various twists and turns along their different lengths. On every side as the observer turned his eyes might he discern these fine engravings, but how far this wonderful vision extended would be difficult to say. At daybreak, I came at once into the garden, yet no indication of that sight was then to be found.
Published on Jan 3, 2010